Folqueraine's Oniric List

08.11.2011

The Dream of Shopping for Last Year's Clothes (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a supermarket shopping for clothes. I noticed several items that I already own, such as my grey and pink swimsuit. I realized that the shop sold outdated clothes because this is Mayotte. I told myself this was a good occasion to buy stuff I already have and like for the years to come, so I try on several outfits.

08.11.2011

The Dream of Harrison Ford's Revenge (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a dream entirely in third-person perspective. It shocked my housemate that I could be totally absent from my dream, but he liked it.
Harrison Ford, or a character who looked like him, had a long-standing grudge against his father, who had died when he was 25. At the same time he was amnesiac, having forgotten most everything about his father, as a defense mechanism he thought.
Harrison Ford worked with an older military guy. At some point, he discovers something about his father that completely changes the way he viewed him, and realized that his father's death was criminal.
When he goes out on the carpark (of his work place?), he notices an old black car, and it clicks into place with what he's discovered earlier. This old black car... it means that the military guy killed/is responsible for his father's death!
Harrison grabs his rocket launcher and starts shooting at the military guy to seek revenge for his father's death. He misses at firt and the rockets go flying over the sports field nearby. But then, he hits the fleeing military guy in the back, and instead of it being a carnage, it only makes his backpack explodes in sparkles.
Harrison Ford feels at peace with his dad now.

08.11.2011

The Dream of the Pink Harry Potter Musical (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with the Harry Potter cast (the three main actors) and I'm part of it, although I can't tell exactly what role I played in the saga, if any. We're all dressed in pink and we go to a concert/musical about Harry Potter.
Although we're not expected to take part in it, we climb on stage during the concert and start rocking out with the musicians. The crowd is over-excited.
From then on, the perspective switches to third-person. I watch the show as someone else, and when a song called Vulgarity comes out, I predict that I'll leave the stage, since I hate vulgarity. Indeed, I see myself climb over the railing and into the crowd, still singing, as the song starts.